“I don’t want to hurt everyone with my upbringing and my struggles with the language barrier.” I told them.
“Well, your English isn’t terrible and you don’t have a problem understanding everyone here.” Ayesha calmly stated. “I’m not denying that struggle, but I think you may have been more aware than you think you were.”
I couldn’t argue against her, so I stayed silent.
“What’s wrong?” Rozenn monotonously asked in her deadpan voice.
“You’re all right.”
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